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As Reno fought with his custom made rod, Rude fought with his fists. And, sometimes, either one of those weapons would recieve damage.
"Shit, shit, shit, fuck!" Reno kept repeating on his left, trying to outrun him without tripping. Debris was whizzing around them like ninja stars, the building they were in shattering, floors dropping one by one.
Who would've known a lone spy guy would have a massive bomb on him - quite literally - strapped to his torso like a vest. Took them by surprise, but not enough to get caught in the blast.
"C'mon, man!" Reno yelled at him, and Rude grimaced, increasing the speed despite a dull pain spreading around his right ankle. Miraculously, the entrance showed up before them, flashing promising daylight through the falling pieces of concrete.
Then Rude blinked, saw his partner shooting him a smile over his shoulder - the outside light got obscured by a large, irregular shape, and he found himself pushing past Reno, throwing both his arms forward, palms open.
Fire materia activated, flowing through his digits, providing power, yet didn't cushion the impact. The stone hit, sending waves of pain through the length of his arms. He didn't flinch, letting the magic work, adrenaline muffling all of his senses. The concrete piece blew up, escape route opened again, and Rude felt a tug on his shirt's collar.
Time caught up with him as they ran past the falling entrance, and kept running, till the loud series of thuds told them the building was no more.
"Fuck, man!" Reno bend to his knees, wheezing for air. Rude's throat burned like fire they just escaped from, but he felt the same way. Panting and gasping, barely standing, sweating profusily, they both watched the construction collapsing into a pile of smouldering rubble.
"Nice reflex back there, partner." Reno patted his shoulder, making him wince. "All good?"
"Yeah." Rude responded without thinking, reaching out to tug his gloves back over his wrists. He curled his fingers, which shot a blast of pain through his entire body.
He barely heard his partner scream his name, too focused on the intense ripple of what felt like milions of needles forcing their ways inside his phalanxes. He dropped down to one knee, jaws clenched, arms shaking. Drops of warm, thick liquid trailed down from the cuts on his shredded, leather gloves.
"Fuck." He whispered through gritted teeth.
***
Both his hands got destroyed during that one moment of escape. Not one finger spared, it turned out. Rude sat on the hospital bed, unphased by all the damage recited by the head surgeon. His arms layed immobilised on the covers, wrapped in nets of titanum rods and wires, covered by thick layers of plaster way up to his elbows.
They didn't even feel like hands anymore. Just useless limbs, numb and heavy. Who'd have thought life could be so hard without opposable thumbs.
He couldn't do anything by himself, and it was endlessly frustrating. He couldn't lift himself up, couldn't eat by himself, couldn't even piss by himself. Had to stay put for almost a week, while the doctors tried to put the puzzle of his bones back together.
All this time Reno was busy with field work - he came to visit once, and Rude had to endure his partner's snarky comments, along with a big, dumb smirk on his face, while a nurse spoon-fed him some soup. Reno told him to be a good boy and swallow everything, making him choke.
The nurse did him a favor and threw his partner out after that, yelling something about manners and proper behaviour, and honestly, if Rude's hands weren't useless, he would also go teach the man a lesson or two.
He really wanted to. For different reasons.
It became obvious the third night he had to spend alone in the hospital room. He tried to fall alseep immediately, ignore the annoying itching from under the casts, not think about anything in particular. Of course he thought about Reno, and his mind lazily wandered to all those things they would normally be doing at his hour.
His own dark hands sliding up Reno's gorgeously pale, muscular body, gliding over the shoulder blades, around his neck, under those silky hair, to grab and yank, elicting sweet moans from those slightly parted, wet lips-
Rude hissed, squeezing his eyes shut. Great - one meek memory of his partner and he was already half hard. Nothing like a night wood, when you can't use your hands. He managed to fall asleep somehow, but his mood dropped significantly for the remaining days. Not being able to take the edge off turned him sour and inpatient.
And that was the state he was in, when Reno drove over to take him home. One more night of protective casts and his hands should be back to normal. One more Healing Potion in the morning, and all should be done, pain and discomfort forgotten.
"There we go." Reno unlocked the door to his apartment and let him walk in first. "All good? Nothing hurts?"
"All good." Rude looked around the place, trying to come up with a plan on surviving till tomorrow, when he heard the click of the doorlock, and shuffling footsteps behind him.
"What?" Reno stand before him, reaching up to his neck. "I ain' a dick, not gonna leave you alone like that."
He started undressing him, removing the tie, and easing the suit jacket off his shoulders. He stood so close, warm breath hitting Rude's throat with gentle puffs, eyes focused on the task of unbuttoning his shirt. Rude could see the long, dark curtains of his partner's eyelashes, little golden specs of freckles on his nose. Reno peeked up at him, a sly smirk stretching his lips, just as he slid his fingers under the hem of Rude's shirt, making him shudder.
"Oh my..." Reno yanked the fabric out of his pants. "Someone is tense."
The playfull tone of his voice reminded Rude of his pitiful state and useless appendages. He pushed past Reno, walking over to the couch.
"I can manage." He growled angrily, sitting down. "Go home."
"Yeah, cause you can change your clothes and take a shower AND cook something, AND OF COURSE eat with those hands of yours." Reno snorted, crossing his arms. "Pout all you want, mister, you need my help. And I ain't missing out on feeding you - that's gonna be hilarious."
Rude frowned, avoiding his partner's face and staring straight at the dead TV screen, like it could somehow turn on with just the force of his glare. He heard Reno sigh and come over, grabbing the remote and switching it on, basking the room with the sickly blue glow.
"I get it, man, nobody likes being dependend. But come on, just one more night, and you'd be done. We can get through it."
He was right, Rude needed help, as much as he hated that. And he did prefer it to be Reno, feeding him and washing him, not some random nurse. Not that it would even be allowed.
The sound of Reno's jacket hitting the living room's floor brought him back to reality. Before he had a chance to say anything, his partner slithered onto his lap, and took off his glasses.
Rude watched him bend backwards, carefully placing the shades on the coffee table, fixated on the sharp lines of his partner's cheeks and collarbones, outlined by the screen's light. Reno shifted, like he wanted to get up again, and Rude's arms shot forward on their own, clumsily circling his waist.
Reno looked at him, surprise turning into understanding, as he let himself fall, his form melting around Rude's body, filling its shape with his. The perfect match.
Rude hummed, head turning to the side, eyes closing. Reno's scent attacked him from all around, the warmth of his body seeping it through the thin veil of a white dress shirt. A well refined bouquet of ozone, sugary sweetness of a hair conditioner, with a hint of smoke and sweat - his favorite. Reno rubbed his nose behind Rude's heavily pierced ear.
"Someone missed me after all...'s okay, I'm not mad." His chest, pressed flush to Rude's quivered with surpressed laughter. "Wanna shake on it?"
"Reno." Rude squeezed harder, digging both casts under Reno's ribs. His partner squirmed, chuckles turning into heavy pants.
"Okay, okay, you win!" He pressed harder into him, escaping the cast clutches, till Rude loosened his grip. "Jeez, I was just kiddin..."
They sat like that for a moment, listening to each other's breathing, barely registering the murmur of the TV. Rude closed his lips around Reno's earlobe, giving it a little suck. Reno shivered, both hands sliding down Rude's chest, pushing the lapels of his shirt aside as far as possible. His warm mouth touched his neck, shyly moving south, down the sternum. Wet tongue flickered around his nipple and Rude hissed, jerking under the teasing touches. Reno lifted his head with a coy smile.
"Gotta be a good boy and lemme handle things without intervening. Can you do that for me, big guy?"
Rude snarled, lurching down to bite on that plump lower lip. Reno moaned into the kiss, roaming Rude's chest with open palms, hips sliding forward to rub against his groin, which send shivers down his spine. And he wasn't able to touch him.
"Easy..." Reno whispered against his lips, pressing thumbs into the hollows between Rude's collarbones and shoulders, making his arms fall to his sides. "Put 'em up on the backrest, yeah? Keep 'em there."
Rude did as he was told, hooking the casts over the back of the couch, while the redhead's hands dropped from his heaving chest to his belt buckle, his mouth leaving a wet trail of kisses down his abdomen.
"Reno." Rude growled, feeling the intense warmth coiling in his stomach. His partner scooched back, both hands already deep in his pants, touching, stroking, massaging, making him groan out loud. The tip of Reno's tongue touched the head of Rude's cock, and Rude bucked his hips away, already panting.
"No." He gasped, trembling with lust. Reno looked at him from the floor, dizzy confusion painting his features even more beautifuly. "Come up here."
Reno licked his lips and climbed back, straddling his legs. He pressed his crotch against Rude's opened zipper, filling his brain with white noise. He looked gorgeous, so gorgeous Rude couldn't help but open his partner's mouth with another kiss, licking and biting every inch. His arms both trembled, casts forcing themselves into the leather of the couch almost to the point of shattering.
He wanted to touch. He needed to touch so badly.
Without breaking their mouth-to-mouth battle, Reno sneaked his palm down between them, stroking him slowly from the base up, the pads of his fingers featherly soft against his balls. Rude was starting to lose it.
"Undress." He panted in between kisses, licking the side of his partner's tongue. "Take off the hairclip. Leave the shirt on."
One more enticing kiss, more of a peck than anything else, and Reno slid off, disappearing in the bedroom. Rude inhaled deeply, the absence of his partner's body hit his dick with a sudden cool breeze. There was shuffling heard, drawers rapidly opening and closing, sounds of clothing being disposed of. Rude eased the lower part of his body, spread his legs just in time for Reno to come back, wearing nothing but his unbuttoned white dress shirt.
"That won't do." He said quietly, with ever present smirk. Bending over Rude he tugged his pants down, past the hips and knees. Rude watched the man's muscular body peeking through the opened shirt, the sight of his cock, hard and glistening already made him swallow a few times. "There, all better."
"Hurry the fuck up." Rude snapped, his voice so low it sounded like a rumbling of a distand thunder. Reno straddled him again, long strands of hair hanging over his shoulders, begging to be pulled. Making Rude clench his jaws in desperation.
Breathing heavily, Reno squirmed on his lap, coating his fingers with lube and reaching behind, under his shirt. Lower lip bitten down, eyelashes fluttering, his partner tried his best to keep quiet, scissoring himself open for Rude as fast as possible, and Rude was going feral. The view itself made his cock throb and his arms quiver over the couch's backrest. The screen behind Reno bathed his lithe body in borderline heavenly glow, lighting up the sweat on his skin, the sweat Rude wanted to lick off so desperately.
And lick it he did, surging forward like a caged animal, scraping that porcelain skin with his teeth. Reno gasped, grabbing on to the lapel of Rude's shirt, forcing him closer, rolled his hips over Rude's cock once, twice - thrice, before Rude lost his patience with sucking and bit his partner's nipple, bit it so hard - getting his attention in the form of a whole body shudder and a high pitched wail.
"Ffffuck, Rude-"
"Come on." Rude coaxed, licking over the bitemark, gently nipping the skin up and down his partner's peck, feeling Reno's fingers curl and uncurl in pleasure over his head. "Let me feel you."
"So fuckin' polite..." Reno giggled, grabbing Rude's cock with his lubed hand, giving it a squeeze and a stroke. "Wanna fill me up, big man? Be my glorified dildo for the night...?"
He wasted no time in positioning his narrow hips over and sliding down slowly. They groaned loudly in unison, Rude's eyes closing shut at the pure sensation of tight, hot and slick. He could come right there and then, he was so full, yet his partner kept inching lower, taking him whole. Mouth slack opened, hair already wet, glued to the milky torso, shirt barely holding over his elbows, Reno reached the base, letting out the most erotic, quiet cry Rude ever heard.
He leaned forward again, whispering sweet praises into his partner's neck, keeping himself from bucking up into that delicious heat, letting Reno adjust to the girth. Kissed his parted lips, swallowed his shallow breaths. Reno returned the kiss after a moment, moved his pelvis in lazy circles, testing the grounds. His tighs squeezed Rude's legs, both arms found leverage on his shoulders - Reno lifted his body nearly all the way up, before slamming down with a sly smile.
"You like that...?" He gasped into Rude's mouth, picking up the pace. "Gonna give it to me good?"
Reno was a great actor - when in character, when playing his part - he would moan and arch his spine under Rude's needy hands, he would humm and talk dirty into Rude's ear, he would whine, and cry and beg, bend his neck in wild angles, show the whites of his eyes. And Rude loved it, because his partner was gorgeous, and sexy and so good.
But at some point the game would end and Reno would stop pretending - when pleasure hit him just right. He'd quiet down, focus only on getting more, on scratching that itch, on rubbing and stroking and moving to get to the blissful end. Like now, right in front of Rude's eyes. Riding him fast and deep, gasping with each move, Reno looked straight through him, his eyes going distant and hazy with every thrust, furrowed brows arching upwards.
Rude adored that. Loved watching his partner come undone by him. By his hands and lips, by his cock. Reno's dull nails dug into Rude's skin, his movements stuttered.
"Ah, fuck..." He let go, drew his knees up, arched backwards, almost laying on Rude's spread legs, hips still moving with a mind of their own. Rude wished, yet again, to touch him, slide his hands up this gorgeous form, taste the offered flesh, grab onto those tighs and pound into that skinny ass with all the force he could muster.
Reno was moaning repeatedly now with each thrust, low and throaty sounds overpowering the TV, one hand gripping the couch, the other working on his own arousal in fast, erratic strokes. The mere sight of his partner exposed like this, fucking himself on his dick with such desperation, switched Rude's brain off completely. He growled, and groaned with raw want, thrashing in this helpless position, arms almost tearing through the couch's filling.
A set of rhythmic shivers rippled through Reno's body, and he flung himself upwards again, hand fisting the collar of Rude's shirt. His demeanor of a seducer broken by pure ecstasy rising through, Reno pressed his lips onto Rude's as a last, aching resort of hushing himself. He failed, and Rude fell apart - swallowing his partner's tongue, together with both of their cries as they came - harshly and violently. Searing hot fluid trickled down Rude's stomach, his own cock twitched and pulsated, pumping a week's worth of cum inside his partner.
They kept kissing, devouring one another furiously, untill they ran out of stamina and air. Hips stilling to a complete halt, thighs quivering with aftershocks, Reno's fingers relaxed, his palms sliding up and around Rude's neck, a breathless giggle tickling Rude's jawline.
"Fuck..." He whispered, the closest thing to "I love you" Rude ever got from him. He slowly lifted his arms, muscles strained from keeping them in the same position for a while. He looped them around Reno, gently rubbing his spine with the casts, nose combing through the damp hair to let the tired, numb lips reach Reno's temple.
"You're so good..." Rude whispered into his skin. "So good to me..."
Reno hid his face more into the crook of his neck. Rude understood - there was little space for vulnerability left among all the fighting they did. They played peculiar roles and had to keep their facades uncrumbled. Puffing the tickling hair away, easing the muscles, now heavy with postorgasmic bliss, Rude let himself be: spent and content, keeping the most important person in his life as close as possible, if only for a moment longer.
"So?" Reno spoke quietly. "Am I a good nurse or what?"
Being vulnerable had nothing to do with fishing for compliments. Twisting the sincere into playful was Reno's way to escape. Crawl back from the too honest and too deep, go back to shallow grounds of their usual banter and flirt.
"Pretty good." Rude was okay with that. He cherished what he could get. "Messed up my couch though."
Reno giggled. "Whoops. Casualties I guess? Part of the job, you know?" He wriggled closer, making Rude's cock slip out of him with a wet slap. "Damn, that's a fuckin' lot. You poor bastard."
Rude licked his lips. "You're gonna be the poor one tomorrow. When I get my hands fixed."
"Oh yeah?" He could feel Reno's smile widening against his collarbone, his teeth gently grazing the skin there. Such a tease.
"Want me to describe it to you?" Rude had it already planned. Tie him up, touch him, pet him, savor him all over. Make him squirm and beg, leave bruises in the shapes of his fingers on his marked body - add new ones in places he haven't before.
Reno looked at him, eyes glinting with mischief.
"Nah." He said. "I like surprises."